The night was quiet, but my mind was anything but. I slipped out of the car, the cool air biting at my skin, and hurried up the porch steps. Fumbling with my key, I finally unlocked the door and stepped inside, the familiar creak of the floorboards greeting me.
I moved up the stairs quickly, exhaustion seeping into my bones.
I needed to get Elena's things and get back to the Salvatore house. Stefan needed her, and despite everything, I wanted to help. I pushed the door to Elena's room open and headed straight for the closet, grabbing a bag and tossing it onto her bed. I began pulling open drawers, grabbing clothes, and stuffing them into the bag.
As I turned to grab more, I gasped, startled by the sight of John hovering in the doorway.
"Sorry," he said, his voice flat.
I narrowed my eyes. "What do you want?"
"I thought we could talk. We haven't had a chance to catch up."
"I'm not interested, John." I turned back to the dresser, grabbing more of Elena's things.
"Well, it won't take long," he insisted.
"Again, not interested," I snapped, shoving clothes into the bag more aggressively.
John's voice lowered, taking on a more insidious tone. "I know you know that the Salvatores are vampires."
I froze, my hand hovering over a drawer. Slowly, I turned to face him. "So?"
"What do you think your mother would say if she knew you were interested in a vampire?" he asked, smirking.
I raised an eyebrow, feeling a surge of anger. "Which mother?" I shot back, the words laced with venom.
He blinked, taken aback, and I took the opportunity to brush past him, bag in hand. I needed to get out of here before he could say anything else.
"Selene, wait," he called after me as I rushed down the stairs.
I ignored him, yanking the front door open. "Just stay out of my life, John," I said over my shoulder before stepping outside.
